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Incubus
Oh my way home, police car pulled me over.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
’Triple-A’ came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
I got up to toss my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark, and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I seensed the irony (burning in me),
Then I head a voice say,
"Come sail abord the S.S. Nepenthe!"
I suppose I’m to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess I’m the culprit for running out of gas.
Let’s assume I’m the guy who didn’t pay his ’Triple-A’ fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was my fault.
I let negativity get the better of me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary.
After they left, I puttered out of gas.
’Triple-A’ came, but my card was expired!
I had to walk home, and of course, it rained half the time.
I tried to get some shut-eye, then I was abducted!
They put cold things in my butt.
They sampled a bit of my D.N.A.
They left me on top of my sheets,
I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me.
I got up to toss my soiled sheets,
the hallway was dark, and I stubbed my big toe.
It was then that I seensed the irony (burning in me),
Then I head a voice say,
"Come sail abord the S.S. Nepenthe!"
I suppose I’m to blame for getting pulled over.
I guess I’m the culprit for running out of gas.
Let’s assume I’m the guy who didn’t pay his ’Triple-A’ fee.
In actuality, I let the zetas probe me.
Yesterday was my fault.
I let negativity get the better of me.
Thank goodness for the bathtubs and suds!
They temporarily set free this quandary.
